Lucidity - 2012/09/23

The dull glow of the master
Suppresses everything outside
With every moment spent there
There is less and less to hide

The crackle of digital static
Muffled by the occasional mute
Renders the pointlessness of it
Anything but forgiven and moot

Life is now but a lucid dream
Interrupted by infrequent naps
Punctuated by fools in costume
Who fight to fill their traps

Sunrise and sunset matter not
They are but the descriptions
Of a place we are barred from
While under the conscriptions

Therein lies the parlor trick
Leaving a place with no border
As illusion gives way to chaos
Demands an embrace of disorder

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